First love Zhang Bao with translation

"Love cannot be told in words, but experienced by feeling. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

This is my first love, this girl attracts my attention every day, she is the most beautiful girl, her name is Assi.

I was never a student at school who excelled in my studies, but the kind of stupid student who made my teachers think that "rotten wood cannot be carved". That's what I am, not bad at all. Whether it is in research, arts, sports, etc., my grades and level are below the average of the whole class. So, no matter what I did, I was always in a state of backwardness. Very few people have been with me, and they never thought I was a man who could do great things. Instead, they treated me like the worst person in the world. Sometimes you need to have talent in something and I'm a gold medalist. Trust me, I'm not a typical spoiled kid, I'm a weird spoiled idiot. That's who I am. I'm the only one.

I started noticing the prettiest girl when I was in 10th grade. Because I am a boy, the boy will inevitably look at the girl with his eyes, and will be attracted to her beautiful face, even if there are some places with makeup, the boy will not care. However, the girl turned a blind eye to me and turned a deaf ear. Yes, I'm also an idiot when it comes to feelings. A swarthy face, a mouth full of white teeth, and a fingernail bite incessantly. When it comes to causing trouble, I'm the number one person in school. But I didn't do it intentionally. So, it's a part of my growing pains. Whenever my teachers and classmates got into big trouble with me, people would always misunderstand me. I've made it a regular occurrence, even now. People are always incomprehensible.

And then the girls, they always see me as a fool, a stupid guy. Everyone is a fool to them. But I didn't want to show it to them, because I had already impressed them. Unlike the other boys, the girls didn't like my buddies. I'm not happy about that, but I don't want them to change their attitude towards me. I'm always alone, alone. But I don't care about that. Things seem to be going well. It wasn't always this way. Sometimes you really don't know what your way of doing is going to be, love is the strangest form or the most powerful emotion in the world.

Yes, I'm in love, with a girl. This girl has been attracting my attention, and her name is Assie. She is undoubtedly the prettiest girl in school. She has fair skin, hazel eyes, a delicate and beautiful nose, a sweet voice, and a tall, slim figure. In short, she is perfect and a perfect girl. It is the dream or the embodiment of every boy's dream. Moreover, she is also an outstanding scholar, a well-known figure, and a popular teacher of the teacher. Me too, in other words, I want her to be okay in everything. And I'm not a teacher's celebrity, I can only be regarded as a teacher's nightmare. She might think that befriending someone like me would ruin her image as a "good girl" in the minds of the whole school.

I never miss an opportunity to talk to her, even if it's a sentence or two. I was even a little flustered, carried away by some emotion. However, she holds the art of ignoring me like any other girl. They say ignorance is bliss, but if you were to ask me I would say that ignorance is worse than hell. If you are neglected by a girl, then this bad feeling is even stronger.

In the blink of an eye, a year flies by. My classmates and I started to get busy preparing for the grading exam. I tried my best not to think about Assie, because no matter how much I tried to get her attention, it would be futile. The "so-called inglorious portrait of Cupid" by my friends was also added to my mission, but none of us succeeded. You know girls aren't going to help boys in this regard, especially if that boy happens to be me. Because I am a well-known person in the whole school. It wasn't until that tragic day that our parting party finally came.

All the boys and girls came to the meeting wearing their most beautiful and favorite clothes. It's like entering a newly opened textile fashion showroom and being greeted by a brilliant array of colours. The teachers were also brightly dressed and well-dressed. Assie's dress is even more dazzling. She wears a pink Indian designer saree, and that color suits her perfectly. She looks like a fairy who fell from the sky. I was wearing a casual shirt and black jeans. All were happily partying, and there was food. Delicious food. The food is arranged by our students for themselves and all the teachers, and of course, the teachers will not mind sweeping it away. Thank you. Thanks to our money and that's it.

I really want to open up to Assie. Because if I don't do it today, maybe I'll never have the opportunity again. Because after the exams, we will be placed in different schools. Maybe she won't leave this school, but I'll definitely go to another school. The school is still more tolerant and patient with me, and I am convinced of this. I was looking for her in the auditorium. However, I searched for a while but did not see her. But I thought her outfit was sparkling. She was standing with a group of other female classmates in our class. Obviously, it was tricky to get her out of her classmates for a private chat. But love can sometimes make you desperate. I recklessly walked over to her.

"Excuse me," that's how I started. I still don't know how I could have been. My whole body was still shaking, and my voice seemed to tremble at that particular moment. She turned to me and replied in her sweet voice, "Okay. "The reply was like a cool breeze. I was like a random pop-up from one of those toothpaste commercials.

"Can I talk to you for a moment?" I asked her.

She looked a little overwhelmed and stood there for a minute. I think she might have seen what I was thinking.

I also felt that the other classmates, as well as her friends and everyone else, were watching me. Makes me feel like an alien. Other boys are engaged in other activities, and the results of the activities are about to appear. I breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that those activities were over a little too quickly. I soon felt that the urge and excitement I wanted to approach her was suddenly gone.

"What?" she asked me.

It didn't take me long to answer, just muttered "no" and left the scene. When I turned around, I saw the girls whispering and glancing at me from time to time. Of course I knew they were talking about me. They're definitely talking about me.

After three hours, the party finally ended. The shouting and screaming began to fade away. I think this should be a good time for me to express my feelings to Ace. After lunch, because there is a cake-cutting ceremony. The students had almost left, so most of the benches were empty.

I seized the opportunity and sat down not far from Ace. I didn't look at her with my eyes. But to my surprise, she came up to me and asked, "Did you want to tell me earlier?" She said.

I was dumbfounded. My body suddenly became numb. I don't know how to answer her words. My mind went blank.

"Forgot what you were trying to say?" she gave a very cute smile.

I looked around to see if anyone was watching us. Thankfully, no one was watching.

"Oh, I mean... I—" I started stammering. I felt very uneasy. It's embarrassing to stutter in front of a girl, especially when she's asking me questions.

"Go on, Gotem, I'm not going to eat you. "She's giving me courage.

I like it, "I... Well, I'll see.... I stuttered again.

I was sweating. My heart rate has actually more than doubled. I felt a lump in my throat, but I was going to swallow something.

Seeing my helpless look, she said something, but what she said floated like the wind through my head and through the sky into the galaxy. I didn't expect her words to leave her mouth so quickly, so quickly.

"You love me, don't you?"

When she asked me, her face was flat and expressionless. I was surprised. I was completely knocked out and couldn't say a word. It's as if the world has stopped turning. I know she probably does, but I don't want her to go straight in and hit me right in the door. And it's face to face with me.

"How do you know?" I asked her.

"I've known for a long time, Gotem, that your demeanor and expression tell me almost all the time. ”

I was taken aback again and she noticed that I was always looking at her. Here's how I did it.

"I'm sorry, but," I started shaking again.

"Don't be sorry, Gotem, it's not a sin. She laughed again.

I could scarcely dare to smile. "Please don't get me wrong, but I really like you. I said. In front of her, I finally finished speaking in full.

"No problem, but you know, we're about to face a grading exam, maybe we may be separated, maybe we won't be separated, and these things have nothing to do with the moment. We've been together and got to know each other for 4 years now, but the game of love is still too early for me, and it's not going to be for years to come. ”

I just kept looking at her and listening to her.

She continued, "You may feel it, but I don't feel that way about you or anyone else. What I have to do now is to think about the future, to settle down, to gain a firm foothold in society. Please forgive me for not being able to think about it until then. But if we can keep in good contact, even though we've gone through high school and college, and if you still feel that way about me, then we can try to reach out. She finished her speech and smiled at me. I breathed a deep sigh of relief and replied, "Well, I wish you excellent results in your exams." I shook her hand as I wished.

At that moment, one of her friends came in looking for her from outside, and she waved goodbye to me and left. I stood in the room and watched her fade away from me, but her words were still ringing in my ears. I smiled and was relieved that yes, she told me her thoughts in a very candid way, instead of throwing a tantrum at me. She's such a rare mature girl. She's only 15 years old, but she's so sensible. She's amazing, she's amazing. I soothed myself for a while, but instead of feeling lonely, I felt very happy. Because she spoke to me and told me what she thought. I am happy with this and have a lot of respect for her.

The grading exam is approaching and we are starting to get busy with it. I passed the exam with a second-class grade. And she was honored. I'm so happy for her. As she said, we parted ways. I transferred to another school. After that, I never saw her again. But she is still a sweet memory for me. I can't help but fall in love with her.

I hope to meet her one day and refresh our friendship together. That's it, I just want her to be my friend and that's it.

May God bring all His blessings upon her, this is my prayer.

"Love can't, it really can't be told in words, but it has to be experienced by feeling. (To be continued.) )